when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream
"And you are very good at it," Danta assures him, grinning as he's directed back towards their den. "This season you're just a little more obviously spooky," he adds, shrugging and dropping down onto the bed once his calves hit the side of the mattress. While Asta sheds his clothes, the Maverick does his best to kick off his pants while trying to get an eyeful of the other man. By the time the butcher is done and tugging them beneath the covers he's only just managed it, letting out a surprised laugh as he's wrestled back into Asta's arms.
"Now that's better," he confirms, voice muffled against the butcher's chest, lips brushing kisses against his skin wherever they touch and whenever he speaks. Asta has no right to be as comfortable as he is, Danta squirming just enough to hook one of his legs over the other man's hips, tail sweeping contently across the bed. "...I'm probably not going to sleep well, you know," he mumbles after a few minutes of comfortable silence, as if Danta can feel himself losing the fight against slumber. "Sorry in advance."
"Now that's better," he confirms, voice muffled against the butcher's chest, lips brushing kisses against his skin wherever they touch and whenever he speaks. Asta has no right to be as comfortable as he is, Danta squirming just enough to hook one of his legs over the other man's hips, tail sweeping contently across the bed. "...I'm probably not going to sleep well, you know," he mumbles after a few minutes of comfortable silence, as if Danta can feel himself losing the fight against slumber. "Sorry in advance."
The Maverick
you soon find you have few choices, I learned the voices died with me
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
